Beatnik Poetry Slam – Control

Dark stage, single pinpoint spot, slowly widening…
You could have my heart*snap*
If you hadn’t taken it already*snap snap*
You can walk my path*clap clap*
straight, true and steady*snap*
You can take all I own*swirls drink*
word and song*puts on Ray Bans*
If it feels so right*soft whistle*
it can’t be wrong*adjusts beret*
Do what you do*long exhale*
in any shape form or kind*cigarette drag*
but I just have to tell you,*steely glare*
the remote control is MINE.

Hi,
I do remember this “era”. What I remember, and will always remember is this guy that I met, to cut a long story short, on our 1st date, he took me to a weird looking place a bit dark inside, and yes it all began, the words, the finger snapping, and I thought to myself, what on earth am I doing here. 😆

Loved your beatnik poetry, and of course it would not be right with out the “snap”. 😀

Starbucks is a capitalist hegemony set up to perpetuate the yoke of The Man around our necks, life is a bowl of kibble.
I only drink free range organic coffee picked by new-age virgin albinos.
Delicious!

You will now forever appear as Mike Myers’ Charlie Mackenzie (So I Married an Axe Murderer) in my mind …

Harriet, Harri … et.
Hard-hearted harbinger of haggis
Beautiful, bemused, bellicose butcher
Untrusting, Unknowing, Unlove … ed
He wants you back he screams into the night air
Like a fireman going into a window that has no fire
Except the passion of his heart
I am lonely. It’s really hard.
This poem … sucks?

Hah – makes me wonder how much of that (especially the end of the movie when he does it on stage) was in the back of my head. Next one was already scheduled to have a drummer written in.
You always have the movie refs ready, ODNT!